Saved a Heroine From the Brink of Death

121. Anonymous

#121. Anonymous

“The mountain that eats corpses.”

On the way to somewhere, the nameless one quietly muttered.

It was a small voice, but Cynthia heard it and asked him back.

“… A mountain that eats corpses?”

“Everyone calls me that. I just remembered now. It’s been so long since I’ve called you by that name.”

“Is that the name of the giant turtle from earlier…?”

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“that’s right.”

A giant turtle monster.

Cynthia watched it kill and devour the ‘undead transcendent beings’ without a second thought.

Corpse-eating mountain.

It was a name that perfectly suited his actions and appearance.

“But… I guess while Nameless can’t remember his own name, he remembers the names of other beings?”

Doubt sprouted in Cynthia’s mind.

There were more than a few suspicious things, such as the fact that he seemed friendly with the giant monster, and the fact that he talked to it and sent it away.

“Haha! That’s a sharp question. There’s a reason for everything.”

Anonymous noticed Cynthia’s suspicion and hostility and laughed heartily.

“For what reason?”

“Of course, that’s because it’s someone else’s name! It’s easy to forget your own name, but it’s not easy to forget someone else’s name, right?”

“… I don’t quite understand what you’re saying.”

“You don’t have to understand it. You’ll understand it as time goes by! Hmm. Now that I think about it, I think surviving here comes first.”

“Suddenly I heard an uneasy sound….”

“It’s not that I’m anxious, it’s just natural. If I don’t survive here, it’s meaningless. Hahaha!”

“… … .”

Cynthia revised her assessment of Anonymous.

I thought he was a positive, cheerful, and optimistic guy… but I guess that wasn’t the case.

“Okay. We’ve arrived. Let’s have a chat here.”

The nameless man who was running suddenly stopped in midair and then went down to the ground.

Cynthia, who was running underneath, also stopped and headed towards where the nameless man was.

“Here…?”

“It’s a place that was discovered about 200 or 300 years ago. Doesn’t it have quite a charm?”

The place we arrived at was a cliff.

Below the cliff, a river flowed, and beyond it, a green plain spread out.

“… That place is the only thing that’s weird.”

Cynthia came here and felt like the whole world was stained with death.

It wasn’t just the Transcendents who died.

The whole world was like that.

The grass, the wind, the sky.

All of those things were dead.

The wind did not blow, and the sky remained unchanged, its shade of purple.

“From the river, it’s different only on the other side.”

The sky, the plains.

It was exactly the same color as what I had originally seen on Earth.

It was blue, blue.

Cynthia felt puzzled.

‘Why didn’t I see this when I came here?’

Even if it was a plain, if the sky was blue, it would have been clear. Besides, I often looked up and looked at the nameless people running across the sky, so there was no way I wouldn’t have seen it.

“You seem curious as to why I didn’t see it. Actually, it’s only natural. It’s… an illusion.”

The nameless face looking vaguely over the cliff was filled with longing.

“That’s an illusion?”

“Yeah. Fantastic.”

Cynthia continued to look over the cliff with a bewildered expression.

‘That’s all an illusion?’

She had attained the status of transcendence, and was able to control divine powers. And being able to control divine powers meant being able to interfere with phenomena.

Fantasy is also a type of phenomenon.

It is something that affects the five senses or the natural world, causing illusions in the viewer.

‘Even my throwing knife won’t break it… .’

Cynthia tried to see through the illusion, but failed.

“No matter how many times you try, it won’t work. That’s the place where the most perfect illusion magic I know of is displayed. It’s also the kind of illusion magic that can only be seen on this cliff.”

“… Didn’t you say you found it 200, 300 years ago?”

“That’s right.”

“But how do you know what that is?”

200, 300 years.

It’s not a short period of time, but it’s just a drop in the bucket compared to the years I’ve spent in obscurity.

Because he must have spent thousands or tens of thousands of times more time than that.

“I have been wandering throughout Langrt for countless years. And I have found it. It is the place I have been longing to find for eons.”

“… … .”

“That place is the ‘final sanctuary’ created by my fiancé.”

“The final sanctuary?”

“A place created to prepare for the Watcher of the End. The only place where death comes, but does not come.”

Cynthia thought of something she wanted to ask, but quickly shook her head.

And then he asked something else.

“Aren’t you going there?”

“I want to go, but I can’t.”

“why?”

“Because he’s dead.”

“… Then that place.”

“Only the living can enter. The sanctuary is off-limits to the dead.”

Cynthia could see why the nameless expression looking over there was hazy.

Even though I forgot my own name, I can’t forget that place.

I don’t know if it’s because I still have resentment or what.

But I had a vague idea of ​​what it felt like.

“Okay, so that’s enough talk about the sanctuary… Why don’t you ask other questions? There are a lot of things you’re curious about, right?”

Anonymous looked straight at Cynthia.

Unlike his smiling mouth, his eyes were empty.

***

“Ah, really…! They’re chasing me like crazy!”

Arceli tried to use her divine powers to tear space and move, but failed.

That’s why she’s now strengthening her body and running like crazy.

To escape from ‘that thing’.

“This is really shit! If only my divine powers weren’t limited…!”

Of all places, I ended up in a place that was so miserable.

If I had known I would come to a place like this, I would have just gone home and done some closed-door training.

death?

It wasn’t because of that.

“I’m getting weak…! What the hell!”

It was because I couldn’t forgive myself for becoming a piece of shit.

The mad warrior Arceli.

He couldn’t stand seeing himself so weakened.

[da – deuk – dak – ]

Something strangely shaped and emitting an unknown sound was chasing him.

Even if I looked through it with my divine power, I couldn’t confirm its identity. But one thing was certain.

‘If you get caught, you’re out!’

The moment I got caught by that, I thought I wouldn’t look good.

Your intuition is usually correct, so the moment you catch it, the results will be as expected.

“I want to fight! But I can’t fight…!”

It was impossible to fight in this condition.

Because confronting it would be a ‘game’ rather than a fight.

[Impurity. Die.]

An ominous voice echoed through the air, and at the same time the sky turned dark.

Cookies, cookies, cookies, cookies, cookies, cookies, cookies, cookies, cookies!

“Fuck!”

A purple lightning bolt struck Arcelius.

She flinched for a moment as she was struck by a lightning bolt that carried the breath of death, but then jumped back as soon as she saw the fog chasing her from behind.

‘Look at this son of a b*tch! I was just trying to have some fun!’

It was, to be exact, a glimpse of the viewer, but that was it.

“Damn it! I fell into a super star. I thought I was lucky, but ugh!”

A transcendent being who originally resides in transcendence.

That is, the gods can use all the divine powers they possess without any reserve.

Because transcendence has the durability to endure it.

However, Arceli’s divine power exceeded that limit.

The moment she unleashes her power, the transcendent Langrt disappears without a trace.

Therefore, the newly granted causality was given.

The consequence of planetary destruction is not brought about.

Therefore, there must be a reason why Arcelius’ divine power is limited.

This was a strange phenomenon of causality reversal, something that should never have happened originally.

The Watcher’s Fragment, who is currently in charge of the trial’s administrator, made it possible.

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Although he was only a fragment, he was part of a great foreign news agency.

Arceli sighed deeply and thought about how to overcome this situation.

And then I decided.

In these situations, she usually had one decision to make.

“Ah. I don’t know. I don’t know…! I’ll just fight!”

Struggle.

Maybe it will turn into a game rather than a fight.

You have to try it to know.

‘Actually, intuition isn’t always right, so I should try it once!’

Arcelius, who had been running away, soon stopped.

Running away like this doesn’t suit my personality.

It was a really beggarly thing to do to show my back to someone who wasn’t even a tenth of my size.

And, thinking about it, wouldn’t it be fun to rush into a guy who was much stronger than me in this fucked up state?

What if I fall behind?

It can’t be helped.

It would be a shame to die without being able to fight against foreign media, but I have no choice but to accept it because it means I am weak.

[ Two. More. Shut. ]

“Stop chattering nonsense and just come at me!”

With Arcelius’s scream, a white fog covered her.